Time seemed to jump ahead and before I knew it, I was wedged in between Beth and the dark haired stranger from the bathroom. The booth we were in was in the corner of the restaurant.
"Stacey, these are some of my friends from work." Beth proceeded to fly through the names and everyone smiled and said hey. She ended up at bathroom boy.
"Stac I think you have met Mike before." Her eyes were laughing as he took my hand and kissed my knuckles.
"Pleasure was, uh, is all mine." He caught himself as my face flushed and I removed my fingers from his hand.
"Nice to meet you." What the heck was I thinking when I decided to go out. I nervously squirmed in my seat, trying to tug down the mini skirt that was riding up my thighs and realized as I leaned slightly to the side my sweater pulled to the side and exposed cleavage.
Feeling awkward and uncomfortable I fixed my clothes and noticed first Mike's leg touching mine and Beth's hand on the knee of my other leg. I calmed, listening to Beth running the conversation.
"Beth said you are from California?" I think it was Kim from Beth's work, who started the grilling.
"Yes. A town called Durham. Northern California -- not near the coast." The table was silent as they listened to me which only made my face hotter.
Beth was soon back to dominating the conversation. I felt myself relaxing, her hand still on my knee and Mike's leg touching more and more of mine.
As the restaurant filled, the noise grew and our table had several smaller conversations going on at once. We ordered dinner and drinks. I downed my wine in two swallows and asked Beth to order me another one.
"Beth." I placed my hand on hers. "I am going out for a smoke."
I picked up my purse from between my feet. Attempted to hold the slightly too big sweater closer so it didn't gap and show my cleavage. In my nervousness I pressed harder into Mike's leg and accidently grazed the top of his thigh as I pushed away from the table.
Beth was standing, waiting for me to slide out of the booth. Looking at Mike I mumbled, "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to bump you." God, my face was on fire.
Mike smiled and leaned into my space. His mouth inches from my ear. "It's ok Stac, you trying to cop a feel since you already saw it this morning."
"What?" I looked up at his laughing eyes. The nerve of this bastard. First, his nonchalance this morning and now this. And another thing, who was he to call me Stac? I don't even know him. And he invaded my space.
Beth watched me stomp away; the rest of the table was so engrossed in their conversations that they didn't notice the exchange between us or my attitude.
"Stacey?" I heard her say as I made my way through the waiters and waitresses and the throng of people waiting for their tables.
I emerged from the restaurant into the cool, night air and walked away from the door lighting my cigarette. I leaned against the building, pulling on my smoke and feeling the tension leaving my shoulders.
People watching, I noticed a man walking down the other side of the street. Laith? The walk was the same, the body shape was the same and the hair was the same. I really have to stop this. I watched as a cute blonde woman ran into his embrace and his face turned towards me.
Part of me wanted it to be him and felt a let down when I realized how stupid I was being and that it was some stranger across the country. Laith was no where near me. The lack of his physical presence sometimes felt as if I had lost a body part. I closed my eyes, remembering.
I jumped when I felt someone standing next to me, shoulders touching mine. "Do you come here often?" Mike joked as he nudged my shoulder with his.
"Hi." I pulled another cigarette from my pack and was startled when he held up a lighter. "You smoke?"
Those laughing eyes. "Nope. Just carry it in case of emergency." He flicked it shut and I stared as it disappeared into the front pocket of his jeans.
I quickly averted my eyes. "Thanks for the light."
"Who were you staring at?" He asked.
"What? When?" I blushed.
